Martini Chronicles

When you date guys dumber than you

It’s weird how you can become so involved in a conversation when you drink alcohol. It feels like you’re a philosopher, a therapist and in a ted talk. I always bring the main character energy into the room. Tonight, the weather was perfect, there was a slow pour of rain, and everything felt dreary, I loved it. Loved sad and slow nights. Besides, the bar was empty, more room for conversation.

“do you even know what really happened?” I asked one of my coworkers, who is friends with my “ex”.

“he just told me you wanted something serious and he didn’t.”

Me and my best friend, Miguel just turned around to look at each other in shock while we had a martini in our hand. This time we chose to drink cucumber martinis. Miguel said that this drink fucked with our vibe because of the tajín rim. We didn’t look as sophisticated. But they were delicious.

That idiotic man, I thought. So, I told my coworker what really happened. I sipped my not so classy martini to get more courage and prevent myself from crying and started to yap.

This is the embarrassing story of how I had a boyfriend for less than a week and ghosted me after:

We met at work, and everything happened so fast. We went on like four dates (really fun dates) and saw each other after work almost every day. We had great conversations and my rational thoughts were, “he’s 42 of course he knows what he wants!”. Anyways, I was seduced by the words that came out of his mouth, and believed him when he said he wanted to meet my family, be with me and “settle down” as he mentioned once.

On one of those dates, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Feelings don’t lie and I won’t deny that I felt as if something was wrong when he asked me, I never felt it official or real. I felt that something wrong was going to happen afterwards. But my impulsivity said yes.

He said he was going to take me to dinner the day after, and get me flowers to celebrate. Instead, he never reached out to me and only exchanged a few text messages with me. Days later, he didn’t invite me anywhere, say he would go out with his friends instead and treated me like a friend.

“I tried to have a conversation with him, asked him what was wrong, you know?” I told my coworker while telling the story. I always wanted to know the reason why, but sometimes life doesn’t even know why.

“and he said he’s a bad texter”, Miguel added.

WTF?

My coworker was just nodding, comprehending why I don’t want to see him at work.

Miguel and I lighted a cigarette, and then I said, I just never want to be outshined by a man like that ever. Do you guys think I should stop dating older men?”

“no, you’re young and you should date whoever you want. You just had shitty luck. Not all older men are like that. Besides, what did you expect from him? His life is only about alcohol, sugar, and music. What did you expect from that lifestyle?”, my coworker questioned.

“eww I fucked up!!” I said laughing realizing this is absolutely true. (I had a realization that I was going out with a 20-year-old trapped inside a 42-year-old man’s body)

From then on, I felt better, I felt smarter, wiser and realized that he’s just lost in a world I would never want to be part of.

should we get another drink?